Hey gang, back after a long break. I have a story I want to share. I'm going back only a few years ago to 2017. I had just been travelling through Canada backpacking when I eventually found myself a bit short on money so I decided to look for work and found one, oddly enough, as a cleaner in Victoria, Vancouver Island. I was with two Indians, who were working the same cleaning company as I was, and were driven to one of the offices in the city.
I was amazed as the building was one of those old gothic style buildings that was common in the Edwardian era, something I knew was seeping with history. I took the top floor (the 4th floor), took the lift up and with my mop and bucket and my iPod on, listening to AC/DC, feeling alright, wishing I had a joint to smoke.
The building was old as I said before as the floors were wooden, which had me wondering about the point of moping a wooden floor, especially one so splintered. I did noticed how the place could do with some paint as the walls were pretty flaky and the floors, I started wondering when the last time someone being up here with a frigging mop; so I started moping the floor listening to Bon Scott wailing about taking the highway to hell when a man appeared from one of the offices, pushed by me then went into another one. He was dressed funny-wool cardigan that was more suited during the 30s, goofy Harry Potter style glasses, an off yellowed shirt with a bloody bow tie of all things and dark pants. I blinked and thought that was odd because I seriously thought the building was empty, that what I was told by management. I decided to try the door to the room he came out of and found it locked. Locked behind him? I didn't hear a click but still... Then I had work which room he went into and found it locked. I frowned but just went back to my job.
Met the lads a bit later and they asked me about my first night. I thought about it and told them. The two of them paled.
'What is it?' I asked.
'That is impossible,' my fiend Ravi said wagging his head side to side.
'How is that impossible?'
They both looked at each other and said: 'velly impossible, sir, the fourth floor is closed off. You can not get up there, mister. Not in a velly long, long time.'
I never did find out about who that man was and what happened to him. I left the cleaning company soon after. And I never did find out who the man was because I had a stranger adventure not long after. One day I'll share that one.